Poems from yokonotono

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My poems these days are messy afterthoughts With no thoughts or rhyme to them anymore A whirlwind of time pieces that are just...
Today I read about a poet who cried every night before she went to sleep Except each tear was carefully placed, and her eyes were empty She...
These days they're less likely to bleed through, us that is It's immaculate how you say you love me but yet I cannot see it I do not...
When I was 6 years old I saw my mama weeping She was crying in the back seat and I just took a whoopin When it was all over she said that...
I hear a roaring in the walls at night, I believe it is the pipes Or maybe the furnace screaming to let it catch our home on fire I imagine...

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